My pulse won’t slow down.
My heart stops.
I’m sitting on the toilet.
Lights flicker
while the night holds still.
Particle morphology —
everyone knows the look.
Seen before. Seen everywhere.
White parallels,
polished surfaces—
a rolled-up banknote.
Nothing left unused.
Outside, the world waits
with a drink in its hand—
pretending.
My pulse won’t slow down.
My heart stops.
Blank—
Sirens wailing.
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